We have two bathrooms. The old bathroom and the new bathroom. The kids call the old bathroom their bathroom and the new bathroom our bathroom. I don’t like that. It’s not “ours” meaning Jen and me, it’s “ours” meaning anyone can use it whenever.
Anyway, both bathrooms have a shower and both have the same shower head. Last night the shower head in the new bathroom just fell off. Like. Pop. Off. What the hell?
We ordered a new one and temporarily swapped the old one into the new bathroom. I tried to put the broken one back together but I failed miserably. Like… screw you, shower head!
Then this morning when I got up, I walked into the kitchen and there was patches… sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink staring into a pot full of water. Like… cat… if you’re gonna stand there, you might as well wash the dishes, right?